The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

Time passed, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too weak

to move.

“Get a doctor.”

to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing out from the fury

trapped her in Imperial City, pushing Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to

felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go to such lengths, she would

in Bright Town.

taking care of business with Charles, they

was particularly fascinated by the bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity,

his eye.

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Brittany and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin on his

Salter family had deep connections with the institute. She surely wasn’t planning on sticking with the Salter family, was

sipped her drink. “I still

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

lovesick; she just didn’t want to ruin

Charles headed to the dance floor. Dressed to impress, with a couple of buttons undone, he turned heads and even

slipped out quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As she walked past

you hear Joie was

“Isaac’s doing.”